There are hunting dogs, A bat-eared fox A jackal with stripes, And a heyennah with cross. But down through the ages They can do what they can, But only Inja the dog can be a friend of mine.
A primeval man on a coco-night Cooking in his cave in a fire and light. And a family of dogs From the wilderness they came To share food and fire and your friendliness.
First there came the hunting dogs, Creeping up to the glowing logs. The man said "I can't sharemy stew Because there are too many of you".
There are hunting dogs, A bat-eared fox A jackal with stripes, And a heyennah with cross. But down through the ages They can do what they can, But only Inja the dog can be a friend of mine.
Then there came the bat-eared fox, Frightening all the man's poor flocks. Man said "Friends can never be Because of all your treachery".
Then there came the sly jackal With his "hear me" sounding hawl . Man said "I don't like your noise Leave my fire, you have no choice".
There were hunting dogs, A bat-eared fox A jackal with stripes, And a heyennah with cross. But down through the ages They can do what they can, But only Inja the dog can be a friend of mine.
Then there came the heyennah, Man could smell him from afar. Man said "You're a scavenger, And I don't like your aroma".
Then finally came Inja the dog, From a misty forest fog. Raven faithful to the end, Man said "You're my best friend".
There are hunting dogs, A bat-eared fox A jackal with stripes, And a heyennah with cross. But down through the ages They can do what they can, But only Inja the dog can be a friend of mine.